Author Archives: Phillip Drown
The Evolution Of A Story: A Character Takeover
It is time for an update, regarding the latest project: This morning I finished draft one of the new novel. I have never had such a blast writing something. What’s more, something happened – kept happening throughout the story – while I was doing this one that I thought made it worthy of sharing. SoContinue reading “The Evolution Of A Story: A Character Takeover”
Tales From a Record Shop – The Final One
This is will be our final visit to the record shop. “But why?” Because it’s not my daily day any more. On the 1stJune we finally closed the shop. (If you would like to read our reasons behind the decision, you can find our closing statement here). This final blog is to explain some ofContinue reading “Tales From a Record Shop – The Final One”
Tales From A Record Shop #10
Well, hi there. It’s been a while. (About 205 days, I think, if I’ve been counting right.) Let’s get straight on, shall we. I’ve got another little tale to tell. And this time it’s not very funny . . . The focus on writing about daily life in a record shop has always been toContinue reading “Tales From A Record Shop #10”
Regeneration
From the edge of the forest I find the window. One of the many eyes of the city. To find it, I do not need to seek it. Three floors beneath the sign. The neon glow, startling the night. My eyes are drying. I grind soil between my forefingers and thumb. Soothing, and the scentContinue reading “Regeneration”
Tales From A Record Shop: Here’s Where The Story Ends – A Year of Songs
Hello. So why on earth would I have Mary Berry as the poster girl for my A Year of Songs for 2018? How could she be relevant? Let’s just get straight to it, shall we . . . Idles: Well Done This band. They’ve done amazingly well, and they fully deserve it. The energy of the songsContinue reading “Tales From A Record Shop: Here’s Where The Story Ends – A Year of Songs”
Christmas Wishes
It was Christmas Eve and the snow outside lay deep and crisp and scattered with the icy little jewels of Prudence’s tears. The day before Christmas had been a Christmas horror for Prudence. Sleep, the lack of it, making her head heavy. When making her morning coffee, the putrid stench of the turned milk. HavingContinue reading “Christmas Wishes”
About A Girl
With the book in my hand, I left the pub. I was alone when I had entered it and I was still alone when I left. I’d had only one drink. If I hadn’t been driving I might have had another. Sometimes I do have more than one, but that time I didn’t. I wasContinue reading “About A Girl”
Tales From A Record Shop: What A Difference A Year Makes – A Year Of Songs
When you add up a year of days, so much can change. Here are some of the songs that helped to inspire my year.
Tales From A Record Shop #9
A tale with a twist . . .
